When a man’s an empty kettle
He should be on his mettle
And yet I’m torn apart
Just because I’m presumin’
That I could be a human
If I only had a heart
“hm, you seem to be suffering from the common gold”
“Isn’t that the Shipping Forecast?
And and that’s a downright lie!
I *never* got it on with her!”
I’m afraid you might need some minor surgery, Mr Handles.
‘I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…’
Trust me, I’m a doctor.
Cyberman sings…
When a man’s an empty kettle
He should be on his mettle
And yet I’m torn apart
Just because I’m presumin’
That I could be a human
If I only had a heart
“hm, you seem to be suffering from the common gold”
“Isn’t that the Shipping Forecast?
And and that’s a downright lie!
I *never* got it on with her!”
I’m afraid you might need some minor surgery, Mr Handles.